That's extremely cool.

I want your workplace, DJ!

I do love it there. There's a generous out of office policy and work from home policy. We can have a beer or glass of wine near the end of the day. Hours are basically, "You know what you're supposed to do, get here at a reasonable hour to do that and leave when you're done." And my coworkers are awesome. One plays ridiculously vulgar songs for us, one I really look up to as a tough professional who totally doesn't come off as a bitch or feel like she needs to, they're all really funny and personable. I can bring little Oz if I want to, and it all deals with the internets, so we're kind of encouraged to explore.

I'll email you, Allyson.

Wow, Daisy Jane definitely wins.

I wish I could work from home.

Oops -- I just told a junior person here (the only one in today in her area) that she could leave early. And then her boss emailed me back (from her day off) that no she couldn't. Ah well -- I didn't tell the junior person I had heard back from the boss, just told her not to mention it.

Because I am evil like that.

Interestingly, my co. has a "Mother's Room" on each floor specifically for this purpose. At least they tried to think of all the possible needs for private space.

California law.

Allyson, people are paying money for you book. And not asking for it back. You are going to have to get used to the fact that lots of people think you are a very fine writer.

Smiley face, ita. I know Outlook sometimes turns smiley faces into "J"s.

Cool! Thanks.

We have cubes here, with extremely high walls, and I love it. The walls are almost 6' high, so you have cupboards above your desk and lamps underneath them right over your work surface. I'd kvetch less if I didn't have to have my back to the main aisle.

My last job had pretty low cube walls, and it was nightmarish. As a project manager, I was either writing furiously or talking furiously on the phone. We don't do well in clusters.

I saw some cubes with doors in some of the new office space here--they have sliding doors with translucent "glass." That was kinda weird. It feels like you're putting yourself into a topless box, and someone can just reach in and pluck you right out the top.

I despair of ever having an office to myself, or even being able to face the action instead of face away it. I'm old, dammit. I've paid my dues.

Huh. Finally did some work on this conference call. I've been on it for months to no avail. I was halfway useful!

I'm leaving. take that work.